AN: hi. This is my first time writing a FanFiction. This is a fairy tail Fanfic about my OC called Lizzie and her adventures with the Fairytail guild. This doesn't follow the original storyline of the anime. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter one: Veana.
A silhouette of a dragon stands perched on a cliff overlooking the raging sea. Her wings are neatly folded behind her. The top of her head forms into triangle like blunt spikes. Her head is held high, looking at the sunrise. Her dark blue eyes glisten in the rising sun. The sun sets an orange glow over her body. The green grass underneath her glistens with early morning dew.
"I'm sorry I have to go, little one. But it's for the best. It's the only way to protect you." She looks mournfully down at the raging sea. Her eyes quiver, trying to hold back tears.
100 years later: Fiore: magnolia.
The town was bustling with people. The sun was shining and people were standing outside of shops and stalls beckoning people to look around and buy their wares. Magic items from the stalls gleamed and sparkled in the sun while children ran around playfully.
Tall, thatched roofed houses line the streets, each a different style of build and colour. Some look like they are from the Tudor era, others Georgian.
A person walks slowly behind a bustling group of teenagers talking about their latest shopping spree. They wear a long black cloak that covers most of their figure apart from their bare feet. The hood covers the top part of their face, leaving a shadow concealing the rest as they look down at the dusty road. Strands of blonde hair fall out in-front of their face.
The lively group of teenagers go into an expensive clothes shop clearing the road just a little.
They continue to walk slowly down the road, flicking up slight dust behind them. They walk through a big crowd of people who move out of their way in a hurry.
"Hey! Watch it!" A deep voice shouted.
The person stops dead in their tracks.
"Sorry" they reply, their voice quiet.
They look up to see a tall man standing in front of them. His hair is black and spiky. He's wearing a silver cross necklace and is shirtless. On the left side of his chest is a strange dark blue mark. He is wearing black baggy trousers with a brown leather belt and black shoes.
His black eyes stare down at the small cloaked person in front of him.
"Can I help you?" His voice is cold.
"Do you know where the Fairytail Guild is?" The cloaked person answers. Their voice is deadpan and quiet.
"Yeah... it's the big building there" he points down the road towards a grand building that looms over the other houses in the street.
"Thanks." They walk away from him. Their head not looking at the ground anymore. They pivot on their bare feet to face the man again. Their dark blue eyes staring, unwavering into his. "You smell like alcohol."
And with that, they pivot again and continue to walk down the road.
The guy stands in shock at the persons strange statement and demeanour.
"Weird. What's up with them!?" He thinks to himself. He turns away and walks down the street continuing with his day.
The guild hall is huge. It towers over the other buildings. At the top is a huge gold metal bell that swings slightly side to side. The building is made out of grey stone and it has orange tiled roofs. Around the building is a wall with a metal gate and a portcullis. On the top of the portcullis read the word 'FairyTail' in big orange letters.
They stand in front of the open portcullis. It was quieter down this part of the street apart from the clanging and clashing and presumably drunken voices coming from the guild hall.
They walk through the portcullis and towards the big wooden double doors of the guild...